The Wish...

So much depends
Upon
The single strand
Of hair,
A petulant eyelash,
Swish, swash,
Drifting effortlessly
Now sitting pretty
On your nose.

Oh no! There it goes...

My world shrinks
Into a wish
Dangling from it.

I cup my palms,
Catch it
As I titter
At your joke.
I don't want to lose it
As I lose myself
In your
All-pervading charm.

© Dan Husain
November 1, 2005